Greasy Hotel

I can see over that hill, over that hill

Over that hill is a greasy hotel, a greasy hotel

Everybody's naked and underneath the tables in the greasy hotel

And there was a girl who came down to the bar

To have a laugh and have a dance

’Til she met some starving palm

Grabbed her by the mind and by the arm

But it happens all the time, you have no reason for alarm

Says a kid in a t-shirt looking past me

Take your hands off of her

It's not your world to pervert

I can see over that hill, over that hill

Over that hill is a greasy hotel, a greasy hotel

There are 57 windows, and a hand-print in each one

The band plays another one, did she try and sing along?

Well they are clawing at her lips

And they are clawing at her wrists

The kid in the t-shirt says that everyone's to be convinced

Take your hands off of her

It’s not your world to pervert

Take your hands off of her

It's not your world to pervert

I can see over that hill, over that hill

Over that hill is a greasy hotel, a greasy hotel

I can see over that hill, over that hill

Over that hill

Now I hear it's coming soon

But it's already here